Eclecticist

Probability theory is only really fun when money is involved. From a whimsical flutter on the outcome of mechanical race horses at the arcade to shorting airlines to slapping down a barber pole at a top carpet joint—nothing gets the brain opioids pumping like the glamourised institution that is gambling. We all want to be publicly validated for being right, lucky, blessed, smart or right. The rush of winning big when backing the underdog, the agony when your dead cert team fumbled the ball and cost you the lot, ten million pounds on the EuroMillions lottery going to a syndicate of twenty neighbours of yours, your last ten quid in change gone in three minutes on your favourite one arm bandit only to hear pound coins pumped into the winnings tray when your back is turned at the change cashier. The chance to fill your boots, to corral some well deserved karma, to pull back a little lady luck in times gone sour. Gambling is entertainingly additive. How does it work and what does it want? Eclecticist.co.uk.